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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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I gotta mention: the vibe sometimes makes me mad – traffic on Spiegel Street? Ugh, like a bad dream that never ends. But then, you hit a quiet corner on Wiener Platz and feel all happy again. Life’s a roller coaster here. Sure, there are moments when everything seems random, and I end up thinkin’, “Seriously, man? This is too crazy,” – but that’s the beauty, ya know? It’s unpredictable and messy.